Contract Bocil
Chapter 30: His name is Afatar
Qaisya was very excited that morning, the address had been sent by a man whom he did not know at all, even Qaisya forgot to ask what the name of the man was, but his focus was not on remembering Alva yesterday. Qaisya to get there by taxi, Qaisya's painting is obviously already taken there.
Qaisya arrived in front of a very tall and large building, Qaisya was very amazed to see it, Qaisya was silent for a moment there, he did not know where to go, because he had never been here before.
"This place has an elevator." Said Qaisya who was very afraid of the elevators and escalators. He contacted the man yesterday.
"Hallo mas, I don't know where it is, I'm ahead of it." Qaisya.
"Well wait there." Said the man. The man immediately turned off his phone. No need to wait for long, the man had already arrived there.
"Let's come with me." Said the man. Qaisya simply nodded, following the man's steps.
As Qaisya had guessed before, now that they were in front of the elevator, Qaisya's heart was afraid to take the elevator.
"Let's go in." Said the man already entering, while Qaisya was still standing outside.
"I'm afraid of hehehe." Qaisya said directly to be honest. The man immediately smiled, he slowly pulled Qaisya's hand to get into the elevator.
"Don't be afraid." Said the man who immediately held his hand, suddenly Qaisya looked at his hand held by the man, he immediately took off his hand from the man's grasp.
"Why? you said you were scared, right?" said the man.
"Yes, sir, but don't hold hehehehe." Qaisya said with a stiff smile.
"Oh yeah, sorry sorry." The man apologized. The elevator opened, and as Qaisya walked, she felt very dizzy.
"Why?" asked the man, looking worried.
"No dizzy." Qaisya. The man immediately chuckled, honestly he wanted to laugh from earlier but he could not bear the fear of offending Qaisya.
"That's the usual thing." Said the man, Qaisya just nodded.
An hour passed, Qaisya sat in a row of painters, it turned out that there was the most beautiful and most expensive painting auction. It was only the first time Qaisya had come to such a big event, he was seen by the crowd due to his possibly very poor appearance. Qaisya realized that, but she had to remain confident anyway.
In the crowd Qaisya still looking for the figure of Alva, hoping Alva is there, maybe of the many entrepreneurs there Alva there. The event began to open which made Qaisya very bored there.
The auction event was started, there were many beautiful paintings there, even the prices were very expensive, the painters went forward one by one to explain the purpose they painted, what is clear is that Qaisya has also prepared it, he will talk in front of a lot of people and great, obviously it does not scare him, he usually likes to speak in public at school.
It was time for Qaisya to come forward, he threw his rough breath first, every pair of eyes that were there instantly noticed him, many feeling strange with Qaisya's appearance that might be bad in their eyes.
"Why are there street kids here? isn't this a painting auction, not a newspaper sale or something?" said a middle-aged man.
"What do you mean?" tanya Afatar got up from her seat.
"He's a street kid who usually sells newspapers." Said the man, Qaisya immediately frowned, since when did the foreign man know his daily activities?
"Don't lie to you, it's a public place." Afatar didn't like the guy.
"Oh Afatar why are you defending him, he will definitely sell newspapers here, or even want to beg here. Get a security guard to kick the street kid out." Said the man ordering the security guard who was there.
The security guard who was there immediately went up on stage to drive Qaisya away when he found out that Qaisya was a street child, the others just kept quiet because they did not know which one was right.
"I am a street kid." Qaisya said in a firm voice, as security officers approached her Qaisya immediately moved away.
"Don't touch me first sir." Speak softly. The officer nodded at once, and they stood behind Qaisya.
"I'm a street child, I'm a poor woman in this world, but isn't everyone entitled to a future? isn't everyone entitled to work for their future? but why street children are always debased like that, as if street children do not deserve to be here. Even though I live on the streets but I still have a brain, where maybe I come here just to ask for donations or sell newspapers here." Qaisya's words stopped for a moment, everyone there was watching and listening to him.
"If anyone doesn't like me here, it doesn't matter, I'll be out in a minute, and father. I honestly don't know who the father is, but somehow you humiliated me here." Qaisya was silent for a moment.
"I want to explain, that I am a street child but I have a hobby of painting, I like to paint from a small, now I paint a painting that I think is very beautiful. The painting is titled Love Nature. I love the fresh and beautiful nature, in this painting tells the story of a girl who lives in a very beautiful countryside, a life that is very beautiful to nature, and, and peace of life. The girl who always gardening on the beautiful hills, the girl who lives simple and humble." Qaisya said silent for a moment, the people there still listen to Qaisya even though the Qaisya painting has not been shown by the officer.
"Maybe that's all, sorry if I'm here making everyone here uncomfortable, I'm saying goodbye." Said Qaisya who immediately left the room, everyone there was silent, in contrast to Afatar who was directly chasing after Qaisya.
After Qaisya came out the beautiful painting was shown by the officer, suddenly all who were there were immediately surprised to see the beautiful painting. A grandfather immediately stood up when he saw the painting.
"This is the painting of the girl?" ask the officer.
"Yes sir." Say them.
"Hi security officer please go after the girl!!" said the grandfather firmly.
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